Crows… My best thoughts of crows involves my dear childhood and beyond BFF ( hmmm, I guess that’s what a BFforever means), Ellen. She was like Snow White when it came to small critters .I’m telling you, she had squirrels, ducks, rats, chickens, dogs and various birds. She would show up visiting me at work with a couple of chickens in her pockets, or maybe a cockatiel that she just picked up at the pet shop. Some just found their way to her , wisely showing up to her special “wildlife sanctuary” of a back yard and her affection and care. Some needed rescuing, some food and love. They were all welcome EXCEPT cats, who were the natural enemy of many of her “pets”. There was a tragic episode to prove this, but we won’t go there now…..
There were many happy seasons with various crows Harrybird was a favorite, as I remember he was around for a few years and even earned coming into the kitchen thru the back door to receive special treats of peanuts.
One season apparently a group aka murder of crows didn’t get the word from Harrybird that here lived a very special crow lover. As it happened a small young crow somehow fell from his nest in the very large (tallest tree on the block) Deodar cedar onto the grass in the front yard. Ellen saw this possible tragedy unfolding, she saw no rescuing happening from the crows and fearing the dreaded neighbor cats would get to this helpless baby crow she created a soft nest, scooped him up and brought him inside, placing him in front of the large curtain-less picture window that was shaded by the very tree his fell out of and that his family had residence in.
After a day she went out to her car and was squawked at sternly. She knew enough to know Momma crow was saying , ‘Hey, give me back my baby”. Being the Snow White she was, she felt that another day or so of rest would be best for the little crow, who was not yet able to fly. After all how could she get him into his nest and how could momma crow pick him up and fly him to safety. Then there was the obvious concerns about that EVIL orange cat ready to make a meal of a helpless young crow. She had seen it before…. No, not ready to let him go.
Well, by the next afternoon Momma crows tension had gotten fierce and she brought her other friends and relations. CAW, CAW, CAW loudly came from the Cedar tree directed right at the picture window. Then there was Momma standing on the window ledge , tapping- tapping-tapping some kind of Morse code to her precious child. Then there was the other difficulty, no one could come to the door ! Husband and daughter had to rush thru the garage into the back yard just to get inside. Ellen was torn up but also was like “Okay, don’t you know me, I was close friends with Harrybird and I just saved your baby from certain death”! As a mother herself, she sympathized the deep feeling of anger that can bubble up when you think someone, say, some mean brat kid on the playground is bothering your child ! (I digress).
Deep inside, she knew she better somehow return this beloved bird child back to the wilds of the front yard and soon. As darkness fell and no crows, or cats, were about she quietly , (dressed in black from head to toe) took the homemade next box and snuck it outside. I am not sure how she pulled this off but she was magical with animals.
Half of the happy ending to this story is that he was not harmed and was seen flying about with his kind aka murder of crows. Baby crow must have given them the real deal story of how Ellen loved them all and actually saved him. Although it took a little time, they began to trust her and be friends with her. Which is the other half of this happy ending.